Nick,” I murmured, “should I ever head into the cellar armed only with a ladle after the police have just warned me that a psychotic killer is on the loose, please slap me.

“Ground rules, Tanner,” he growled. Tanner paled. More good. “No alcohol. No smo…”

“For twelve years, I've been trying to make him just one of the guys. He's not.”

“Then, walking across the room, hips swaying, blond hair flowing as if in a sham…”

“Cordelia, " he said quietly, his smile fading. "I seem to be in love you.”